Novel & Cerita Hockey Romance

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

His other hand grabs onto Dylan’s hip and pulls him closer. “you can’t possibly think that a connection to the NHL would change anything about how I feel for you.” “stop thinking with your dick and use that tiny hockey player brain of yours to realize that being with me means everything that everyone in your life wants for you, goes away. when someone like James could easily just take my place and you get that life you’ve worked for” Andre laughs a soft little rumble out of his throat before he kisses Dylan roughly thumb digging beneath his chin and holding him in place where he wants him, smiling into the kiss when Dylan just melts, falling so beautifully pliant when Andre opens him up.

The way the camera catches things the naked eye misses. He stepped closer, leaning against the neighboring locker. "The way you and Miller look at each other... it’s not hockey, Liam. It’s something else.And very vulnerable." "I told you, it’s chemistry. I can’t be fighting with my teammate who was once my roommate," I snapped, finally looking him in the eye. "If you’re so interested in film, maybe you should spend more time studying the plays so you could be better on the rink and less time playing detective."

As I stepped away from her she turned over her shoulder and gave me a smile that could light up the whole space and I swear I fell a little for the little minx at that moment. The thought just entered my mind but I already knew the outcome couldn't possibly be good for me. Because when someone hated something with a passion that wouldn't change because of one person. And we all knew Valentina hated hockey and she wouldn't stop hating it because of me. I also still had to discover the reason behind all that hate. But one way or another, she wasn't willing to accept hockey wholeheartedly, and I wasn't willing to give up hockey. Guess you could say my love was doomed from the start. Or was it?

But Hockey is a beast of a game, and I f*ckin love it. But after my marriage, I stopped watching and even checking live scores. I stopped everything that would remind me of Cicero, deleting him everywhere around me. … We were already seated in a row right across the Islanders' bench before the game started. Papa is seated comfortably with Lugo, Cicero's best friend. They are having a deep conversation that they didn't want me to listen to. So, I focus my attention on the ice, biting down on my lips. Papa is wearing a jersey with Cicero's name and even offered me one before we left the house, but I turned him down.

He needed hockey. Coach looked between them, "Figure it out." Then he blew the whistle and skated away. The team slowly dispersed. Nobody seemed eager to say anything, except Reid, of course. He skated between them. "Looks like you two are dating now." Chase looked horrified, "I'd rather quit hockey." "Of course you can afford to do that." Noah scoffed, "I'd rather get hit by a bus." Reid grinned, "Cute." He pointed at them, "See you lovebirds tomorrow." Then he skated away laughing.

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

So, when I fall asleep, the dream starts forming like a movie I'm too weak to turn off. We're at the office, but it's empty. The lights in my office are low, the city glows through the windows, and there's electricity in the air when he walks inside. There’s sizzling chemistry between us. It’s scorching hot. Bram is wearing his hockey outfit for some reason. No dumbass helmet, though. Just sweaty, messy golden hair. "Here you are," he says, voice deep and sexy. He walks closer to me, "I've missed you, Annie."

They sounded familiar, almost like the same excuse I had been giving myself since I decided to end things with Malakai. She studied my face for a moment before offering a small smile. “I'm glad you understand the seriousness of the situation.” I nodded. “I do.” She turned her attention back to the players. For a while, neither of us spoke. I watched Ronan skate towards Brian, who seemed to be complaining about something. I couldn't hear what they were saying from where we sat, but I had a feeling it wasn't anything important. “Malakai has always loved hockey,” she said suddenly.

The days when Harper and Chicago were fighting for space in my head. Richard watched my expression carefully. Then delivered the one sentence he’d driven all this way to say. “Tell me something, Logan.” His smile never reached his eyes. “How many NHL careers have started by putting a college romance ahead of hockey?” The room went completely silent. I wanted to tell him he was wrong. I wanted to tell him Harper wasn’t a distraction. That she made me better. That she reminded me who I was outside the rink. But for one split second… One awful split second…